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Henry Hunter Shepherd Jr.

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Henry Hunter Shepherd Jr.

Birth
Powderly, Jefferson County, Alabama, USA
Death
12 Oct 1998 (aged 77)
Birmingham, Jefferson County, Alabama, USA
Burial
Birmingham, Jefferson County, Alabama, USA Add to Map
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My Uncle Henry.

He served in the Army in WWII. After he came home he rejoined his fathers dairy business. During the 1960's he joined my father in working pipeline construction and moved with our family in following the work.

He was the eldest son with eight brothers and sisters. Henry married Amy (Bryant) Shepherd. They had one son- Henry Hunter (Rocky)Shepherd III. Henry and Amy later divorced.
He is survived his son Rocky Shepherd, John David Shepherd Jr. Larry Shepherd and Linda Shepherd_____.

As children us kids would go over to the dairy barn to "help" when the men were milking. Inevitably we would end up in the "feed room". It was such a wonderful place with the rich sweet smell of cow feed.It was also lots of fun to climb up the mounds and slide down... but this caused the feed to scatter.

It was always Uncle Henry who would come get us out of there. He wold also take great care in making sure each one of us was thoroughly clean by "Brushing the feed off our britches". He could get rather enthusiastic when doing this and sometimes it would be several days before we ventured back to the feed room.


My Uncle Henry.

He served in the Army in WWII. After he came home he rejoined his fathers dairy business. During the 1960's he joined my father in working pipeline construction and moved with our family in following the work.

He was the eldest son with eight brothers and sisters. Henry married Amy (Bryant) Shepherd. They had one son- Henry Hunter (Rocky)Shepherd III. Henry and Amy later divorced.
He is survived his son Rocky Shepherd, John David Shepherd Jr. Larry Shepherd and Linda Shepherd_____.

As children us kids would go over to the dairy barn to "help" when the men were milking. Inevitably we would end up in the "feed room". It was such a wonderful place with the rich sweet smell of cow feed.It was also lots of fun to climb up the mounds and slide down... but this caused the feed to scatter.

It was always Uncle Henry who would come get us out of there. He wold also take great care in making sure each one of us was thoroughly clean by "Brushing the feed off our britches". He could get rather enthusiastic when doing this and sometimes it would be several days before we ventured back to the feed room.




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